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The Hello and welcome to mini episode number 470 of real life ghost stories.

And I have two spooky stories for you today.

And the last story comes from May the 13th, 2025.

And story number one comes from Robin.

Our house and most of our community in Kensington,

Cape Town and South Africa was built on a former settlement with mostly the Casas that used to occupy the land. My grandparents being the first owners of this house after it was newly built,

they decided to

renovate and extend the house. While digging to lay a foundation, they unearthed a sealed drum

that had contents in them. My grandfather advised the builders to leave the drum where they had found

it, as the people who had previously lived on the settlement would bury their deceased loved ones in containers or drums on the property.

He did not want to disturb it, and the drum is still there somewhere.

Fast forward a few years later, a family friend popped in for a visit.

We all knew that he had the ability to see ghosts all the time.

That evening he happened to look through our kitchen window as he heard a clacking noise. As he peeped through the window, there he saw an elderly African lady sitting on the old metal trash can tapping her fingers on it.

My grandfather assumes it's the ghost of a previous person that stayed on the

property before the house was developed. My grandmother, always the entertainer and playing hostess

to all the old ladies on the road, was fond of tea parties and cakes on the porch. And I was always the

one to put on the kettle for a fresh pot, bringing out another

cake tin and running to answer the landlines that rang in the house. We had two. I was hardly

able to study for my upcoming exams on my off day during days like these. I was only about

13 or 14 years old at the time, but in our schooling system we got days off to study when we didn't write during exam time.

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